Today I was eating a water chestnut and thought to myself... if Toby was still around, he would have ran towards me and stare at me with those adorable eyes, begging for a treat -namely, the water chestnut I was eating. But Toby's not around anymore. I am perfectly fine most days and most times but sometimes, I would feel his loss keenly. Real grief comes in waves. J mentioned that it'll take time before the pain eases and all that's left are all the warm memories. I hope that stage comes asap.
I was searching for the receipt of my new macbook in order to claim my LDS! But to my horror, it's nowhere to be found. Instead, I found a letter written by one of my ex-student 2 years back. He gave the letter to me when he came back to collect his results and it was also a happy birthday card. Reading it again really lifted my spirits. He was one of my first batch of students and really, they're special. Nothing else can really replace them. His words of gratitude made me equal parts happy as well as slightly ashamed. I think I've become more competent over the years and yet, I'm no longer as "involved" in my current kids as compared to this first batch. Back then, even though I'm really blur and incompetent at times, I can really say I gave it my all. Now, I feel that I held a little something back at times. Oh well, I guess there's still time for me to ratify this issue. I do miss my first batch sometimes but I also get the idea that kids grow up and there's only so much you can do for them. Some of them still keep in touch via msn and e-mail and I guess that's better than expected.
The receipt's still nowhere to be found. My 400 bucks! T_T










